BOY SETS FIRE

Holiday In Cambodia Lyrics

[Dead Kennedys cover song]
So you been to schools For a year or two And you know you've seen it all In daddy's car Thinkin' you'll go far Back east your type don't crawl Play ethnicky jazz To parade your snazz On your five grand stereo Braggin that you know How the niggers feel cold And the slums got so much soul It's time to taste what you most fear Right Guard will not help you here Brace yourself, my dear... It's a holiday in Cambodia It's tough, kid, but it's life It's a holiday in Cambodia Don't forget to pack a wife You're a star-belly sneech You suck like a leach You want everyone to act like you Kiss ass while you bitch So you can get rich But your boss gets richer off you Well you'll work harder With a gun in your back For a bowl of rice a day Slave for soldiers Till you starve Then your head is skewered on a stake Now you can go where people are one Now you can go where they get things done What you need, my son... Is a holiday in Cambodia Where people dress in black A holiday in Cambodia Where you'll kiss ass or crack Pol Pot Pol Pot Pol Pot Pol Pot etc... Where you'll do what you're told A holiday in Cambodia Where the slums got so much soul.
In case you were wondering, the Dead Kennedys have always been a big influence on us, both musically and politically. I think we all remember doodling the DK symbol in our notebooks at school (some of us were punk enough to carve it into our desks at school). First of all we did this song because we love it, and secondly because we are sick and tired of the stupid separation in hardcore/punk. We all come from the same place and we all have something in common; we have seen society and we don't like it.